james swain my stepdad for two years dead at 52 from a split aorta, in 1973. March first.He was a cop for the Largo sheriff department, he was a wrestler at wwf. he was a concrete dispatcher. He played the bass guitar at bars and that’s where he met my mom. This picture is at a beach at night grilling over a hibachi grill. he drove a sky blue comet, he built a bench press out of wood for me. his tools were stolen at the same time my bicycle was stolen from our garage. he rolled his own Laredo cigarettes.
He was divorced and lonely , so was she. they satisfied a need in each other, for the moment. he didn’t go to church with us , but he did read the Sunday paper.
He was a Vietnam veteran,he had stories
Your father died, is walk my dorm dad told me. The wall down the hallway was long. Past boys who too list a father since being there. Mom was on the phone,I was flying home to Florida in a day or two.
I skipped dinner used Tuenies head phones and cassettes,listened to music load and long. I walked out to a shed and cried.